Sunday, March 5, 2017

Suddenly, Everything Changes

Saturdays are weird days for me- work until 4AM, sleep for a couple of hours, take the subway to midtown Manhattan, teach from about 9:30 to Noon, travel back home, sleep for a couple of hours, then go to work at 5PM. Throughout much of the day, I am ensconced in a bubble, away from the news... ensconced in a bubble away from this kind of shit:

How low has President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very sacred election process. This is Nixon/Watergate. Bad (or sick) guy!

The really weird thing about it is that Trump's source for this scurrilous accusation has no proof of the alleged misdeed. Oddly enough, this firestorm doesn't even seem to work as a deflection from Trump's ongoing 'Russian Puppet' woes- not only does a wiretap call to mind malfeasance in Trump's camp, but the accusation has brought James Comey into opposition to Trump (Comey is one asshole who should be feeling some intense buyers' remorse).

It's often noted that Trump goes nuts on Saturdays, when his daughter and her family are celebrating the sabbath. Saturdays were usually considered slow news days, the perfect days to spend in a bubble. Now, with a single unhinged tweet, the entire political landscape can change.

About Me

The Big Bad Bald Bastard is a character played by Monsieur _______ of the City of Y______. The role of the Bastard is a handy one to play on subways, walking the streets, and in dive-bars, when being a nerdy, bookish sort is not to one's advantage.